cted to lie down, that Carey Smith, the younger brother, putting his hand in his bosom, found it covered with blood, when he withdrew it, and saying: What does this mean?
He had been mortally wounded without knowing when.
Judson Smith went almost deranged; yes, I think altogether deranged.
He bore his dead brother out of the woods.
His company and regimental officers proposed to send the body to Richmond in an ambulance and urged Judson to go with it. He refused both propthe proffered sympathy and ministrations of his friends, and resumed his solitary march in the morning.
That was Malvern Hill day, and when the regiment, on its first charge, stopped ascending that fearful slope of death and turned back, Jud. Smith did not stop.
He went right on, never returned and was never seen or heard of again.
The family was one of wealth and position in Mississippi, the father an old man, and having only these two boys.
When he heard of the loss of both almost i